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Eve: "what Do You Want?" Nadine: "a Man Of Amazing Sexual Prowess, Great Sensitivity, Stupendous Abs, And The Face Of An Angel. Toss In A Wicked Sense Of Humor And Stupendous Wealth, Who Adores The Very Ground I Walk On. Oh Wait, You Already Have Him.

The Worst, The Very Worst Requirement Of Friendship, In Eve Dallas's Opinion, Was Sitting Through An Entire Evening Of Childbirth Classes. What Went On There--the Sights, The Sounds, The Assault On All The Senses--turned The Blood Cold.

There I Go Being Critical Again. Does A Man Have To Stand On One Foot And Juggle For Me To Consider Him Entertaining? What Am I Looking For? A Knight?...no, Knights Are All Polished And Shiny. I Think My Taste Runs To Something With A Bit Of Tarnish And Maybe A Few Scratches. Someone Who Can Make Me Laugh And Cry And Make Me Angry And Make My Knees Tremble When He Touches Me.

Even A Good Place Gets To Be A Rut, Especially If You're Standing In It Alone... Alone And Lonely Have The Same Root.

The Man That Put That Hurt Look In Your Eyes, Could Be Worth Everything, Or Nothing At All.